INTERESTING PROGRAMME on Channel Four tonight – contrasting the difference between sex education and pornography.
The lass presenting the prog made the valid point that all women are different and that breasts are there to provide milk for babies. Her case was somewhat undermined by the adverts that interrupted the dialogues. For example, in the second break, there was an advert for Five Star Legs for Women that gets virtually every hair, to the tune of “I am your Venus”.
The first ad break talked of “satin like skin”. And then we had the Lindt Gold Bunny. There was talk a while back of Channel 4 being absorbed by the BBC so it could become a public service broadcasting channel. This programme demonstrated the wisdom of such a move. Advertising always subverts journalism. Δ
QUITE A PLACE of contrast, Oxford is.
On the one hand you have the dons and the dreaming spires – although many of them are not very dreamy in my opinion. On the other you have masses of tourists flooding in and hogging the streets. And thirteenthly, you have the locals, who must wonder what it’s all about.
Here’s some snaps of different faces of Oxford. And we haven’t seen a single cat all the time we’ve been here. And few other quadrupeds either. I guess the lack of cats accounts for the large number of song birds that insist daylight saving time doesn’t exist.
Some pagan festival or other…
A warning to you all!
Another sort of pagan festival in Oxford
WHAT BETTER thing to stop people smoking than a smoking car? This thing was also spotted on oodge Street today. It drove off in several puffs of smoke just after we snapped it. Is this kind of car sustainable? κ
ALL IN ALL, it’s a few bricks in the wall that have covered up Goodge Street.
The picture is of Goodge Street, but some nutter architect has laid some bricks over the street and transformed it from Fitzrovia into zrovia.
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
…For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
….When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
…. And murdered in her bed.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
….With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
….And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
….And clattered with the pails.
We sewed the sacks, we broke the stones,
….We turned the dusty drill:
We banged the tins, and bawled the hymns,
….And sweated on the mill:
But in the heart of every man
….Terror was lying still.
And all men kill the thing they love,
….By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
….Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
….The brave man with a sword!.
Ballad of Reading Jail, 1898, Oscar Wilde. Full poem, here.